Sunday, May 26, 2013
As Death sits beside, to impatiently wait
While his thoughts fly home to hug Mom and Dad,
And account to the question, “If only I had…”
His burning tears sting a path down his face
And drop to the ground to mark this place.
A place where devotion met sorrow and fear
The place where a soldier shed his last tear.
And now we pause to help soften this wrong,
And belove all the soldiers who've died alone.
Sunday, January 13, 2013
(Upon noticing the haunting beauty of a deep winter sunset over the forest)
Limbed sentinels stand cold against the glowAs orange surrenders to the clear black flow
And the Night Crest comes with light blessing for all
And speaks softly of "rest now" - and the coming wake-up call.